I Like To Type

I like to type, perhaps too much. It's something that started when I got this blog, and I think I've improved, though if I don't look, then I go slower. So I usually look at my hands.

Thursday was really fun, near the end. We took a walk, and when we got back, the neighbors were playing "Around The World." Mr. P would throw a ball at different difficultys to catch, and we had to catch them. you moved around the yard, and if you missed, you could chance it--meaning you try again, if you miss, you go to the begining, if you catch it you go on. I you missed, but threw it back to Mr. P well, you got another try without chancing it.

After Mr P's arm got sore, we played freeze tag. After a while, Mr. P joined, and nearly beat us. Then we ate popcicles and told the jokes on the stick, and got a lesson on the icthuse--the next pic. It was good.

Then we played soccer, three people on each team. I forget who won, but Mr. P was the ref, but he kept saying things like "Interference, 10 yards, first down" we'd say : no, that's football! this is soccer! I know in mexico it's called football, but you're thinking AMERICAN football" Or he'd say "Ten minutes out, Dan, for having a milk mustache" no milk mustache in sight. All these really weird things. It was funny. But then we started getting bite up by the flies. (I was going to say misquitos, but I can't spell it--obviously!)

Today we had a soccer game, and we lost :( 3-2. the first half, they scored 2, the other half, we scored two, and they scored 1. the first half, our team wasn't awake, because it was at 8:45am. grrr....I think we need to do something about that next game. Next game is our last game, so we need to concentrate. It's against the un-beatable team. Hopefuuly we can get our team fired up, and hopefully they're so used to beating everyone, they don't try to hard. then we have a fighting chance.

The whole highlight of today is Grandma T, but I won't go into detail. You've had too much, I'll be boring you.

I think I'm getting tired of typing, so I'll stop and see what our schedule is. Oh, I got to clean my room!!!!!!! Because Grandma T's coming. I love to clean my room...I like neat. Unfortunately, abyack doesn't have such a veiw, and we share a room, but I'm learning how to ignore it somewhat. Now, abyack, that does NOT mean that you can relax about cleaning. I'm just learning you can win everything.